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Is Medium Your Happy Place?
Where do we find happiness when Medium becomes a struggle?
What happens between one day and the next to flip a switch? How does a normally happy, contented person shift into discomfort and disconnection?
In my case, I think it’s a delayed reaction to a negative experience on Medium.
This month a well-known writer splashed across 13.5k desktops calling out people for tagging. It was a challenge group I belong to and everyone who was tagged had agreed to be tagged. Each tag list also had a disclaimer inviting anyone who wished to be removed to let us know. Simple.
Why did she feel the need to write a long post about it, call out the group leader, and show an image she’d taken with some of our names front and center when she’d asked to be a part of the group?!?
The challenge leader was suspended, so we quickly formed a publication in case our tags were somehow blocked, and kept writing, but there’s a bad taste in my mouth.
Last month someone else left a scathing response to one of my stories. Oddly enough the author of said response recently tagged me in one of his posts, apparently not remembering his nastiness.
Medium was my happy place and all of a sudden it wasn’t.
